Why fholde ye ought? for, to make thought, Your labour were in vayne. And thus I do; and pray you to, 80 Shall never be fayd, the not-browne mayd Ver. 91. Shall it never. Prol. Ver. 94. Although. Prol. 3. HE. Yet I you rede to take good hede Your wanton wyll for to fulfill, In grene wode yon to play; And that ye myght from your delight Rather than ye fholde thus for me Be called an yll woman, 100 105 wode go, Alone, a banyshed man. SHE. Though it be fonge of old and yonge, That I fholde be to blame, Theyrs be the charge, that speke fo large In hurtynge of my name : For I wyll prove, that faythfulle love It is devoy'd of fhame; In your dyftreffe, and hevyneffe, 110 115 the fame ; And fure all tho' that do not so, Were in your counceyle than : Wherfore I wyll to the grene wode go, 155 Alone, a banyfhed man. SHE. Ryght wele knowe ye, that women be But feble for to fyght; No womanhede it is indede To be bolde as a knyght: 160 The colde, the hete: for dry, or wete, We must lodge on the playne; 175 And, us above, none other rofe But a brake bush, or twayne : Which fone sholde greve you, I beleve; Syth I have here bene partynère Endure, as refon is: Yet am I fure of one plefùre; And, fhortely, it is this: That, where ye be, me femeth, pardè, I coude nat fare amyffe. Without more speche, I you befeche That we were fone agone; For, in my mynde, of all mankynde I love but you alone. 180 185 190 D 2 HE. Ver. 174. Ye must. Prol. Ver. 190. fher ley gone. Prol I |